The plays and poems of Shakespeare, according to the improved text of E. Malone, with notes and illustr., ed. by A.J. Valpy, Volume 12 |
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... Guards , & c . - Ditto . 156 CYMBELINE . 5. Imogen , Posthumus , Queen , Cymbeline , & c . - Hamilton . 173 6 Imogen and Iachimo.- Westall . 7. Posthumus , Iachimo , and Philario . - Ditto . 8. Pisanio and Imogen . - Hoppner . 203 217 ...
... Guards , & c . - Ditto . 156 CYMBELINE . 5. Imogen , Posthumus , Queen , Cymbeline , & c . - Hamilton . 173 6 Imogen and Iachimo.- Westall . 7. Posthumus , Iachimo , and Philario . - Ditto . 8. Pisanio and Imogen . - Hoppner . 203 217 ...
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... guard for itself . Let our best heads CR . Know , that to - morrow the last of many battles We mean to fight . Within our files there are Of those that served Mark Antony but late , 1 Take advantage . Enough to fetch him in . See it be ...
... guard for itself . Let our best heads CR . Know , that to - morrow the last of many battles We mean to fight . Within our files there are Of those that served Mark Antony but late , 1 Take advantage . Enough to fetch him in . See it be ...
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... guard . 1 Sol . Brother , good night : to - morrow is the day . 2 Sol . It will determine one way : fare you well . Heard you of nothing strange about the streets ? 1 Sol . Nothing : what news ? 2 Sol . Belike , ' tis but a rumor : good ...
... guard . 1 Sol . Brother , good night : to - morrow is the day . 2 Sol . It will determine one way : fare you well . Heard you of nothing strange about the streets ? 1 Sol . Nothing : what news ? 2 Sol . Belike , ' tis but a rumor : good ...
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... guard ; and at thy tent is now , Unloading of his mules . Eno . I give it you . Sol . Mock not , Enobarbus . I tell you true . Best you safed the bringer Out of the host ; I must attend mine office , Or would have done ' t myself . Your ...
... guard ; and at thy tent is now , Unloading of his mules . Eno . I give it you . Sol . Mock not , Enobarbus . I tell you true . Best you safed the bringer Out of the host ; I must attend mine office , Or would have done ' t myself . Your ...
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... guard : the night Is shiny ; and , they say , we shall embattle By the second hour i ' the morn . 2 Sol . This last day was 1 Own . 2 Small drums . A shrewd one to us . Eno . O , SCENE IX . 119 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
... guard : the night Is shiny ; and , they say , we shall embattle By the second hour i ' the morn . 2 Sol . This last day was 1 Own . 2 Small drums . A shrewd one to us . Eno . O , SCENE IX . 119 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
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Agrippa Alexandria Alexas ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA ARVIRAGUS Attendants Belarius Britain Britons brother Cæsar call'd Char Charmian Cloten Cymbeline dead dear death Dolabella doth Egypt Enobarbus Enter ANTONY Enter CESAR Enter CLEOPATRA Eros EUPHRONIUS Exeunt Exit eyes false farewell father fear fellow fight fool fortune friends Fulvia give gods gone Guard GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hence honor Iachimo Imogen Iras Julius Cæsar king kiss lady leave Leonatus Lepidus look lord Lucius madam Mark Antony master Menas mistress never noble Octavia Parthia Pisanio Pompey Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray Proculeius queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE Sextus Pompeius SHAK soldier Sooth speak strange sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast villain What's Сут
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Page 47 - I saw her once Hop forty paces through the public street : And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted> That she did make defect, perfection, And, breathless, power breathe forth. Mec. Now Antony must leave her utterly. Eno. Never ; he will not ; Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety : Other women Cloy th' appetites they feed ; but she makes hungry, Where most she satisfies.
Page 46 - So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings. At the helm A seeming mermaid steers; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her; and Antony Enthroned i...
Page 147 - His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in 't ; an autumn 'twas That grew the more by reaping...
Page 34 - We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good ; so find we profit, By losing of our prayers.
Page 156 - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me. Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip : — Yare, yare, good Iras ; quick. — Methinks I hear Antony call ; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act...
Page 137 - Noblest of men, woo't die ? Hast thou no care of me ? shall I abide In this dull world, which in thy absence is No better than a sty ? O, see, my women, [Antony dies. The crown o
Page 45 - O'er-picturing that Venus where we see The fancy outwork nature ; on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool, And what they undid did. Agr. O ! rare for Antony. Eno. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i...
Page 160 - Charmian lived but now ; she stood and spake : I found her trimming up the diadem On her dead mistress ; tremblingly she stood, And on the sudden dropp'd.
Page 128 - Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a thought; The rack * dislimns ; and makes it indistinct, As water is in water. Eros. It does, my lord. Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is Even such a body : here I am Antony ; Yet cannot hold this visible shape.
Page 135 - I am dying, Egypt, dying ; only I here importune death awhile, until Of many thousand kisses the poor last I lay upon thy lips.— Cleo.